#first time writing Askeladd send help larjaerkjaekjra

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*sneaks into your room while you're asleep after coincidentally rediscovering a conversation we had and puts a little sticky note saying "bjornskeladd + be my valentine (pretty please ♡)" on your forehead, waters your plants and disappears into the night*

*wakes up with sticky note stuck to face* Oh? Oh :3 *looks around*...when did I buy all these plants?

RJEJREJRJ REY! I'm gonna be real with you- I literally forgot what we talked about, read this- thought "I think Bjorn could get away with tickling if Ladds was drunk" and that's what happened akjrjkarjkaej Then I DID find our conversation and said: "...I need to write this more often" so here we are :D I hope I was able to bring you some good bjornskeladd this evening :3

CW: drinking

Be My Valentine: "I know all your weaknesses!"

Bjorn never thought the day would come, but here they were.

“What are you looking at?” A disgruntled Askeladd stared him down, his expression stern but not dismissive. They’ve been drinking, and while the older man held his liquor well, even he had his limits. His cheeks were the barest of pink- the only indication he was tipsy. “Out with it, Bjorn!”

“You’ve had a bit to drink, eh boss? Sure you shouldn’t slow down?” The comment got him a glare and a scuff, disappearing behind a wooden mug as he took the last swig of his wine.

“I’m fine. I’m no weakling when it comes to..to..” He blinked a few times, glaring down at his mug. “What is this again?”

“You’re done.” Bjorn stood, wrestling the mug out of his hand despite the other man’s grasp with surprisingly little difficulty. “Come on- time for bed.”

“What are you, my nan? I don’t need to be tucked in.” Askeladd batted his hands away, standing up for maximum intimidation factor. This immediately plummeted when he nearly fell over- saved only by Bjorn’s quick reflexes. “Let me go, I can walk by myself!”

“Boss, with all due respect- you can’t.” Bjorn resisted the urge to sigh. It was a level of trust only he earned with Askeladd to witness him in such a state. He felt both honored and mildly exhausted. “Let me help you to bed.”

“I told you already, I’m no weakling when it comes to my drinks!” Prideful as ever, Askeladd began a wobbly stumble towards the rooms. Only it was in the other direction and he nearly walked through a window instead. Bjorn once again grabbed him to steady him. “Why are you here so fast? You holding out on me?”

“Face it, ‘Ladd. You’re drunk. Don’t lie to me- I know all your weaknesses.” Desperate times called for desperate measures. With an arm around the blonde, he pressed his fingers into his ribs sharply. “Time to sober up!”

“Gah! S-Shit, dohohon’t!” Gritting his teeth, Askeladd immediately went to shove him away, but either Bjorn was too strong or he was too drunk; he had no strength in his arms. “Bjohorn, you soohhn of a-”

“Yes, yes. Heard it all, ‘Ladd.” Bjorn chuckled as he made his way towards their shared bed, clawing into his side the entire time. Another rare privilege, getting to tickle the older man. If he were being honest, it was the only way to get him listening in this state. “Come on, bed time.”

“Iihihi tohohold you- I’m nohoohoho brahahhat! Geahha, gehheehhet yooohohur hand-AH!” With a light shove, he was pushed into the cot, slightly dazed at impact. Askeladd opened his mouth to snarl, but the second his face touched the pillow his drunken eyes grew heavy. “I…hm..what was I saying?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Bjorn barely held down a laugh as he watched the older man doze off, low snores rumbling from his throat. He wouldn’t remember any of this by morning. Nor would he likely remember the gentle kiss Bjorn pressed into his whiskery face. “Night, boss.”

I snore was the only response he got in return.

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